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With no time to think, you blurt out the best solution your brain can piece together:
Syb, you shout into the receiver as if their lives depended on it (and they just might), <span class="mu-s">DO THE DOLL THING!</span>
You only get a haunting crackle in response. Moving to dramatically-throw your radio to the floor, you remember that it’s your only one and opt to gently, but firmly place it on the desk in front of you instead! Retrieving the creepy doll Sybil inhabited earlier on in your misadventures, you place it on the desk in front of you and eagerly rock back and forth in your borrowed chair as you wait for… well, <span class="mu-i">something</span>!
<span class="mu-i">ANYTHING!</span>
A few seconds of rocking turns into a few minutes… producing the same results. Gritting your teeth and clenching the chair’s weathered armrests to keep yourself calm, you probably make it for about ten more seconds before rising to your feet with an impatient groan! That does it, you snarl, you’re going after them!
“<span class="mu-i">How</span>?” Ly asks as you purposefully make your way towards the door. “We got no clue where they is, an’ da’ <span class="mu-i">snow</span>-”
You don’t <span class="mu-i">care</span>, okay!? You sent them out there and you’re unsending them… and that’s final! You’re about to leave when it dawns on you that you neglected to take the <span class="mu-g">RADIO AND SYB DOLL.</span> Spinning so fast that Lil’ Stanley nearly falls off your shoulder, your heart flutters when you witness the doll twitch a bit!
Syb, you hiss, bringing your eager face closer, is… is that you?
As if responding to your question, the doll sputters to life–but the reunion is far from a happy one. Flickering with spurts of magical energy, the effigy’s body sways as if caught in a storm, and its mouth barely matches up with its faint, almost distant voice!
“<span class="mu-i">-tan… barely concentrate back here… -ave much time–do you hear…?</span>”
Yes, you sputter, y-yes! You d-
“<span class="mu-i">-letons EVERYWHERE, Stan… oads PACKED with sno… urning back, but being cha…</span>”
The doll goes silent for a moment while its stitched lips continue to flap.
“<span class="mu-i">-ou!? Repeat: where are…?</span>”
Th-<span class="mu-g">THE LODGE,</span> you shout in the doll’s face, you’re at <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE!</span> Are they okay?!
“<span class="mu-i">-t it. Gus is tak-us there. Forcefield an… urbo working for n…</span>”
You’re about to leave the room with the doll in tow when the doll utters another question:
“<span class="mu-i">-an… ERUM… ed to use… WHO?</span>”
You don’t need to hear the whole word to know what she’s talking about. One thing’s for sure, though–the tone of her voice tells you that you can’t answer with ‘<span class="mu-i">None of the Above</span>’...
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